Chapter 228

                                    

                                          
Honestly, Juliette should've guessed that the place that they were staying at in the city would be impressive, considering Emma's place in Franstend was impressive... But she just hadn't expected this because it was fucking New York City... She was expecting a hole in the wall, something humble, but this shit was ornate, and she couldn't stop herself from gawking...
This shit was way too fucking expensive for her to be around, how was this just in Emma's goddamn family and it was being treated like that wasn't insane?
"Jules." She was jolted from her thoughts and her adoration by Emma's voice, sleepy and almost stern in her ear as she looked down at him.  He looked exhausted and frustrated and she could understand why - there had been a lot of pressure on them for this trip, they'd been in charge of the lodging and booking venues for The Broken Roses, mostly because she was the only one who possessed the needed connections to do so, but it still was clearly wearing on them.  Part of Juliette wanted to ask the last time Emma had slept, but the other part of her valued not getting cussed out in Italian.
"What's up?" She asked, hoping that her tone didn't betray just how insane she thought it was that they were here, and just how many ways her brain was playing over that she could fuck up - like, she was sure that breaking something in here would take any money she had out of her college fund and put it right into the Walsh family's pocket.
Emma sighed, leaning his head against her shoulder with a yawn.  She leaned over, resting against him.
What's up?  Please.  Tell me.
"You don't have to gawk, you know." She stiffened, feeling her heart drop.  Fuck, is it that obvious?  Really?  Damn it. Emma let out a sleepy chuckle, clearly not seeing Juliette's panic. "Like, you can... But you don't have to." He said, and she cleared her throat, rubbing the back of her neck as her face burned with embarrassment - she knew that it hadn't been Emma's goal to humiliate her, but she still felt a bit humiliated because she really hadn't meant to gawk at anything, and she really didn't want it to be noticeable.
She wanted to take it back, or to carve her face off so that she never had to embarrass herself ever again, that sounded like a good plan.
"Sorry." She mumbled, and Emma lifted their head, their eyes widening as they placed a hand on her cheek.  She didn't want to look down at them, but the way that they were staring sort of insisted upon it, so she did, seeing a soft, apologetic gaze fixed on her.
Okay, now I'm gonna cry, don't do that.
"Don't apologize... That was bitchy." It wasn't that it was bitchy, it was that Juliette was always scared that her friends were going to hate her for every little thing that she did, especially Emma... She'd never understood why Emma wanted to befriend her in the first place, they had enough cool shit in their life, why bother with someone as mundane as her? "I didn't mean for it to be bitchy, I just meant... You don't have to stare; you can make yourself at home." Oh.  Juliette let out a breath and cleared her throat, gesturing around nervously.
She couldn't make herself at home in a place where there were probably priceless artifacts, how was she supposed to overlook that?
"I'm scared that if I touch anything I'll break it and then I'll owe your parents a fuckload of money." She said, and Emma waved her off as if that wasn't a worry that she should have, but she knew that the Walsh's had expensive taste, she'd been in their everyday house.
"Don't worry, most stuff in here is priceless anyway." Ah!  So that was a terrifying statement.  Juliette took a large step away from any furniture, right into the middle of the room as she rocked back on her heels, clapping her hands together.